Now we drifted according to the breeze, our boat a small blimp in a vast blue universe of ocean. We had been at sea for four days and that gallon of water did not last long. We lay quietly, waiting for death or a miracle.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1847 | 2024-07-20 22:37:04 | 68.93 | 96.2% |
| 1796 | 2024-06-09 20:29:57 | 64.22 | 95.8% |
| 1680 | 2024-03-26 00:13:00 | 64.18 | 93.6% |